I have, it’s not mistaken, can never be taken, my faith in it never shaken. 

I have, my mind can’t evade it, what leaves the heart prostrated, the soul elated.

I have it so, even if my mind is distracted, it colludes with my soul, to help get my heart out of the clouds. 

I have, but it seeps, oh it spills. So breathtaking it stills, moves you so it thrills. 

I have, oh me, oh my; do I have to cry, heartstrings and its tie, gives you wings to fly.

I have it bad, some call it rad, mistreat it that’s just sad, not knowing what you truly had. 

I have, it never needs explaining, it speaks for itself, words struggle to convey its meaning.

I have, passion makes it infectious, compassion makes it contagious, its poetry immaculate. 

I have cause, but its undertone yells, touches the heart so it swells. Its whispers tell, silence can’t even quell. Ring my bell, wake my soul from its spell, my story is its well.

I have it, not this or that. I’m not confused, it my soul will forever choose, it my heart will never loose. 

I have and, proved its worth, its truth provokes. I say, I have it, but it says, it transcends heart and soul; but yet, we are.

Yes, I have, you have it, if we let it be known, the world to be shown. Every bit of its grit, makes the soul fit, the heart, sit up and take notice. What this is it, you ask? Love! Have it, indisputably, undoubtedly!

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Come, put your love against my soul, don’t withhold. It would be lovely, if you could know, how gently love strums my heart, endlessly tugging every heartstring. Here’s the thing, behooves you to know; nothing I bring, simply I cling, breathlessly my soul does sing. Though, silently my heart beats, profoundly it speaks, deeply it proves. In melodic verses, life’s tempest stilled with every heartbeat. Come closer, touch my soul, feel the rise and fall of its every breadth. Come know the depth, in the subtlety of love’s still whispers. Underneath every breath, my soul utters softly, tenderly; do it again, take my every breath. Listen, can you hear it? Beyond words, one’s heart and soul is heard. When, love has its hold, words are emboldened, to never be understated. Hover between the lines, rest within every syllable, within life’s hush, love’s undertone, spoken! 

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Love by any other name, would it still be as sweet, if not laid bare at one’s heart, emanating the angelic scent of love’s crimson hue? Petals of its essence, remnants of its presence, fragrance of its beautiful exchange. Deep love, a breathtaking flower, blossoming forevermore, love’s endless charm, received with open arms. Roses are red, violets true, but love makes it bloom. Love gives room, love doesn’t presume, its evidence takes form. Its seeds planted, its roots grounded, stems of its innermost. Rivers flow, lives glow, fertile love grows, its purity shows, emblem of its grace. Rosy cheeks, breathless peeks, intimate love speaks. The breadth of love’s perspective, revealing one’s nature. Heart and soul flourishing, profoundly smelling like a rose. This rose, heartfelt willingness to accept, love’s calming verse, evidenced by its ornate balm!

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Is it the star’s light, or the gaze of my heart, that deepens the passion of love’s beautiful hue? Is it the moon’s beam, or the light within my soul, that makes nights not seem dark? Is it the breadth of the galaxy’s nexus, or the gasp of my breath’s essence, that makes deep love so intentional? Is it the majestic beauty of heaven’s existence, or the nucleus within my nature, that reveals the vastness of love’s breathless allure? Is starry sky’s reflection of a wonder, or life’s grandiose expectation, that gives my eyes something epic for my heart to ponder? Does darkness truly hover constantly, or does my light illuminate so, even darkened moments seem so enlightened? Is it what my heart sees, or what my love knows, that forever gives my soul the perspective, a boundless glimpse into love’s enduring clarity?

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I am a tree, my essence that of a seed; my conception, enlightens your perception. I am a tree, deep rooted within thee, nature’s fertile soil. I am a tree, the pinnacle of my stature, within the tentacles of my foundation. I am a tree, my presence realized, existence emphasized. I am a tree, graced by the circle of life, matured in the cycles of growth, deepened by longevity’s hue. I am a tree, wind my muse, light my source, humanity, my oyster. I am a tree, what leaves give way, arms branched sway. I am a tree, rain drenches, love sky opens, time deepens. I am a tree, I stand tall, forever captured by the beauty of autumn’s fall. Sappy my love does seep, cut me, would my soul not bleed? I am a tree, within quality of being, pores oxygenate, life’s enhanced breathed. I am a tree, lifeless limbs, can bear no fruits, but the length, the breadth; love’s depth entrenched within me. Not by chance, but creation’s divine plan, to reinforce belief. I Am, poet-tree!

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When moment dawns, love’s essence becomes, what awakens my heart, to my sunshine. And therefore, my soul rises with love’s light. It’s another day, to do what’s right, wield love’s greatest might, with all my heart. Without love, tides never change, allowing time to enlighten. Because of love, hope is never lost, but yet, comes at a cost, will ask of your faith. But in return, it gives you the power, to vanquish lingering doubts. Love strengthens resolve, keeps the soul involved, with matters of the heart. There’s no separation in love, it’s not six of one, half a dozen of the other. If, love is therefore the greatest, how can the sum be less than; but completely whole, absolute in its fullness. Time doesn’t change it, space could never confine it, but the heart can refine it. Love’s benevolence, emboldens its quintessence, empowered by its greatness. Without love, blue horizons as far as the heart could see, would drown within the soul’s deep blue sea. Meaning; “if love the within a heart loses focus, deep hurt drowns the love, the soul no longer able to fathom the unintended, the blues within the heart.” Without love, moments are wasted, meaningless if not heartfelt. Love never truly fails, our own hubris what fails love. From the moment the heart awakes, all it needs is love, to let the soul feel its embrace. Enabling the heart to bear, what the soul needs to bare. The love deep within, displayed as the greatest!

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Fragments, even within fragments of life’s story, the breadth of her worth remains untold. Broken, even when she’s found absolutely broken, her heart refuses to be, perceived less of. Pieces, even when she feels in shattered pieces, she’s never beside herself. Looking at what was, but what has become, of her heart’s resilience. Burst, even if her reign burst into tears, her love is never depleted. When her heart swells, she draws from the well, to replenish her soul. Torn, even if the day’s battle tore her heart to shreds, she goes to bed vowing. Tomorrow, even if her soul’s in tatters, she will rise up again like a warrior, with whatever strength her love can wield. Unravel, even if her world seems to be unraveling, don’t underestimate her courage, to tie a bow in it, and look fabulous at the same time. Fear of the unknown, will never make her unyielding love, be less than. Crushed, even if the weight she carries, leaves her feeling crushed, she will never throw in the towel. With love in her corner, ring the bell, her love is her tell. Even if, it’s round thirty of one hundred, she will never give up, nevertheless. Brokenness, will never refine, what it can’t define, the beauty within. And as such, She is, More than… what you perceive!

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